The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron Chapter 177: The Holy King is invincible
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"Right" Mo Wu took out two letters from her arms "This is the letter from your brother Zhao Guang in the last two months."
Zhao Guang?
Su Yu opened the pages, and smiled.
He is business as usual, and his cultivation base has successfully broken through the second-order holy king.
However, what puzzled Su Yu all the time was that in the two letters, it was mentioned again that every moonlit night, someone secretly worshipped Li Guang and left precious medicinal pills for him to practice.
"Second elder, dare to ask Li Guang in the sect a hundred years ago, if there are any friends alive?" Su Yu asked the second elder.
A hundred years ago, the two elders had secretly helped Li Guang, maybe he knew about Li Guang's situation.
Su Yu is deeply grateful to the friend who worshipped him.
Unexpectedly, the second elder was stunned, and suddenly asked: "Who is Li Guang?"
Mo Wu also looked at Su Yu with a strange face: "How could Shizun know Li Guang? Shizun is only 30 years old, how could he know what happened a hundred years ago?"
Boom-
Like a thunderbolt, it resounded in Su Yu's mind.
Patriarch Li made it very clear that a hundred years ago, it was with the help of the second elder that Li Guang changed his fate from execution to exile on Shenyue Island.
According to time, the second elder is at least over a hundred years old!
Yes, in front of you
Su Yu was slightly startled, and subconsciously said, "Isn't the second elder an old woman over a hundred years old?"
"Who are you calling the old woman?" The second elder gritted his teeth and said every word!
Even if the face is completely ruined, it is absolutely unbearable to be treated as an old woman by a little guy!
Mo Wudai frowned like the moon, thinking about it: "You said, shouldn't it be the previous second elder?"
Previous?
"You should have heard that there was an elder who fell ten years ago, right? That person who fell was the second elder." Mo Wu quietly glanced in the direction of the elder.
Su Yu was slightly startled, he had indeed heard the rumors about it.
The first elder and the ten elders are very powerful. There was an elder who was against the first elder and disappeared for no reason, and was judged to have fallen.
Could that be the last two elders?
"Master took over as the second elder ten years ago, and I don't know what you said about Li Guang. You asked the wrong person."
Understanding the cause and effect, Su Yu gasped: "So, the second elder is twenty years old, so he is the second elder of the sect?"
The corner of Mo Wu's mouth curled slightly, with a hint of arrogance: "Then there is no need to say it? The Legendary Elder of the Liuxian Sect, who do you think it is? If it weren't for the fact that Master was injured ten years ago and his cultivation was stagnant, he is now a great master. What are the elders and the suzerain? The master can be destroyed at the touch of a finger!"
The first genius of the millennium? Su Yu stared at the second elder in disbelief, his heart surging with disbelief.
Ten years of cultivation haven't made any progress!
If there were no injuries then, then now
"Humph! What are you looking at?" The second elder snorted coldly, but if you look closely, his delicate body is a little unnaturally stiff.
Obviously, in my heart, the shocked expression of Su Yu was quite useful.
Others reacted, the second elder didn't care much, she had already passed the age of admiration and vanity.
Only Su Yu, she cares about his opinion.
Master's reaction made Mo Wu feel uncomfortable, and snorted softly: "In short, the second elder you are looking for has long since fallen, and it is impossible for Master to know about Li Guang's affairs."
Hearing this, Su Yu retracted his thoughts and sighed silently in his heart.
As a result, it is difficult to know the senior who worshipped Li Guang.
However, when Xi Ruolan and Han Zhi's heads are removed, they can wait in front of the tomb and thank the senior.
"The second round of assessment, ready!" Xi Ruolan's dull voice came leisurely.
Su Yu looked back and fixed on Xi Ruolan, a cold light flashing.
He will never forget that Li Guang died at the hands of his lover whom he had missed for a hundred years!
Compared to Han Zhi, Xi Ruolan and other slutty women should be killed even more!
Seemingly aware of Su Yu's gaze, Xi Ruolan cast a fluttering glance, then moved away, ignoring Su Yu's killing intent.
Mo Wumei frowned slightly: "The second round of assessment, similar to the first round of assessment, is to select top powerhouses and enter the finals. Only five people can be shortlisted in this round."
Su Yu looked around, except for Su Yu, who stood out from the sixth-rank holy kings, the rest of the selected people were all seventh-rank holy kings!
"There are three of them, you need to pay attention! They are called the three holy kings! Except for the three of them, there is no holy king in the sect who can defeat them."
"Among them, Song Hanming ranks third, Yao Hong ranks second, and Long Fan ranks first!"
"All three are the seventh-order peak holy kings, standing above all the holy kings, and no one is invincible within the sect!"
"Longfan, on the other hand, is above the other two, known as the half-step dragon transformation, and has the experience of challenging the dragon transformation powerhouse!"
Su Yu's eyes flashed and swept over the three.
Song Hanming is mysterious and unpredictable.
Yao Hong is beautiful, tall, and valiant, playing a jade flute in her jade hand.
Long Fan is dressed in a luxurious scholar's clothing, with fair skin and a feminine temperament, with a mountain and river fan slanted at his waist.
The temperament and attire of the three are quite different.
Many seventh-order holy kings, looking at the three of them from afar, contain deep awe and fighting intent.
Among the seventh-rank holy kings, they are the invincible myths that stand tall and proud of the holy kings.
For five years, no one can break the shackles.
If they don't turn into dragons in one day, the rest of the seventh-order holy kings will be crushed under their feet. [,! ], never turn over!
These three people are also Jiang Baiyu's most powerful rivals during this challenge!
Especially Long Fan, known as the half-step dragon, the realm of the holy king, invincible in the world!
"Selection rules, group battles, fifty people are divided into ten groups, among which the champion of the strongest group will advance to the top ten, and then the top ten will compete. The top five will successfully enter the third round of the finals!"
In fact, if you enter the third round, you will be eligible for Xianyun Ancient Temple.
Because, in the third round of the finals, only twenty people participated.
Fifteen of them are strong in the Dragon Transformation Realm, and five of them are the top five selected along the way.
The third round of the finals, more meaningful, is the ranking of geniuses!
"I draw names immediately, and divide them into groups of five. In the same group, each person has a chance to challenge the other four. The one who wins the most will be considered the group winner."
After speaking, Xi Ruolan randomly selected number cards and arranged fifty strong dragons in the seven realms into groups one by one.
Su Yu was placed in the tenth group, the last group.
Watching the team members, one is the peak of the seventh rank, two are the masters of the seventh rank, one is the junior one of the seventh rank, and finally Su Yu.
Mo Wu nodded slightly, then shook her head gently: "Not bad luck, not bad either."
"I didn't get assigned to the group with the Holy King's Three Masteries. You are lucky. However, in the group, there are more than three people in the seventh rank of Dacheng. I have to say that you are very unlucky."
Among the 50 people, there are only 15 or more holy kings of the seventh rank and above, but one-fifth of them are all concentrated in Su Yu's group. The competition is fierce, one can imagine.
"The peak seventh-rank saint king in your group, named Cheng Hao, once challenged Song Hanming, one of the three best saint kings, and only lost ten moves against him. It can be seen that his strength is not trivial. ."
Cheng Hao? Su Yu nodded slightly.
"But before that, the other nine groups will compete one by one, and then you will get ten groups. Take this opportunity to take a look at the strength of the Holy King's three unique abilities."
In the first group, there is Song Hanming, one of the three holy kings!
"The first group came to power, according to the specific rules, each person has four challenges, but there is one exception! That is, there will be a four-game winning streak!"
A fishing streak of four consecutive victories means that this person is invincible to four people, and the other people's competition will not hinder the result. Therefore, the group competition will end early.
"The first team, the first battle, Zhen Shicheng vs. Mengting!"
Zhen Shicheng, the peak seventh-order holy king, Meng Ting is also the peak seventh-order holy king!
The two walked to the center of the ring, both with bitter faces.
As strong as they are, it is really bad luck to be in the same group with Song Hanming, one of the three best saints!
"The matter has come to this point, they have to fight first, if they can encounter Song Hanming, try to fight!"
Zhen Shicheng has a powerful aura, a mighty offensive, and Meng Ting's movement is light and soft.
"Bo Ruo Palm!"
"Clear water soft fingers!"
Crackling—
The two played against each other, each with their own strengths, and there was a sense of restraint between them.
Therefore, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low under one move.
But then, the two fought for ten consecutive rounds.
Although Meng Ting is slightly at a disadvantage, Zhen Shicheng is difficult to completely overwhelm her!
The two of you come and go, and the figures are intertwined and indistinguishable.
Until the seventy-eighth round, Meng was dripping with sweat, panting in her mouth, and her chest was up and down, which was extremely exhausting.
And Zhen Shicheng wins in aura, slightly better than Mengting!
Under the situation, Meng Ting could no longer soften the opponent's sturdy force, she snorted, and fell into the ring.
This battle lasted for half an hour.
Xi Ruolan said expressionlessly: "Zhen Shicheng, win! Take a break for a cup of tea, the next opponent is Song Hanming."
Zhen Shicheng's face changed slightly, he gritted his teeth, and took the time to recover his spiritual energy.
Whoosh——
A figure with a mink cloth and bamboo hat, silently, flew across the space and came to the ring.
Under the hat, a face showed a hint of impatience: "Recovering spiritual energy is also a waste of time."
Zhen Shicheng was slightly angry: "Song Hanming! Don't underestimate people! Last time I fought with you, I survived five moves, this time, I vow to defeat you!"
Song Hanming's eyes fell on Zhen Shicheng, and after a while he looked back: "I don't know the so-called self-confidence"
After a cup of tea.
Zhen Shicheng recovered seventy-eighty eighty-eight, and his eyes burned with fighting intent: "Let's start a war, I, Zhen Shicheng, will destroy the myth of your holy king's three absolutes!"
Song Hanming kept calm, took out a bamboo pole from behind, surrounded by fishing line and hook.
Seeing this posture, Zhen Shicheng was deeply under pressure, Song Hanming's stunt, Hanjiang fishing alone!
After casting, the changes are unpredictable and the attack is hard to prevent.
To deal with this move, the only way is to strike first, otherwise, under the passive, you will fall faster!
"Bo Ruo Palm!"
Zhen Shicheng shoots it with one palm, and the air is like ripples shaking, giving people a sense of space confusion.
The layers of the palm wind, overlapping and overlapping, are overwhelming.
Song Hanming's eyes were flat: "Hanjiang is fishing alone!"
With a slight twist of the wrist, the bamboo pole in the palm swayed an arc full of unspeakable rhythm.
The fishing line is thrown away, clearly and slowly, but it gives people a feeling of uncertainty.
The line-tail fish hook is shining brightly.
Crackling—
The fish hook hooks the air, and the air is thick, and the air is pierced!
"The second style of fishing alone in the cold river!"
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The fish hook is castrated, and after cutting through the palm wind, it hooks Zhen Shicheng.
Zhen Shicheng's complexion changed, and while retreating, Bo Ruo Zhang repeatedly displayed his palms!
The superposition of palm wind can block the sharp fish hook.
However, before he could feel at ease, the sound of "Three Styles of Fishing Alone in the Cold River" came from his ears!